Saturday, 26 September 2009
Soundtrack to the summers day as you lie on the lawn, exfoliating gin while the grass mows itself. Thrusting the freshly-mowed smell in your ears and eyes, somebody's sprinkled it on you like cappucino cocodust. The neighbourhood's dead and the sprinklers are on and the kids next door want their fucking ball back. You've got the cans on and nothing will sway you from your grassy slumber.
Neon Indian - Deadbeat Summer
Neon Indian are the midpoint of an all-star cast at Cargo tonight.
French Horn Rebellio, The Chap and Magistrates complete it.